Last week I was ridiculously sick, so I missed class. I did however get a chance to do my design probe package. I ended up doing it more as a reflection than an in-the-moment type project, but I discovered that every day when I wake up, I have choices to make. They may not always be choices I want to make, but I still have to make them regardless. Every week day morning, I have to decide if I am going to class. Then if the answer is yes, I check the weather and decide what to wear. From there I decide what I am going to have for breakfast. Usually I sleep as long as I can before I have to get up and get ready and drive the 20 minutes to campus and find a parking spot. Most mornings I wake up exhausted and go to bed exhausted. After I am successfully on the road, I must decide which way I want to go. If it’s Monday or Wednesday morning around 7:30, there’s no fast way to get to campus, so I have to chose the lesser of the evils. For my other classes, I can pretty much go which ever way I feel like. Parking on campus, however, is a beast all to itself. In addition to leaving early enough to get to class, I have to leave early enough to find a parking spot and get to class. Most days parking is a total nightmare. OSU is very wasteful in that sense. Instead of having enough parking spots for students, we have double the parking for staff who don’t need it. We cannot guarantee students a parking spot despite them paying $80-120 per year for a non-existent parking space. So we students waste gas, time, and energy, and pollute the air, all because we can’t figure out how to make a sustainable parking lot for everyone. Did I mention that three years ago, Residential Life overbooked the dorms and there were students sleeping on bunk beds in the lounges? We definitely do not rank high in the sustainable school roster, and it’s frustrating. I owe $35,000 in student loans, and I can’t even find a parking spot most days. Anyways, after I make it to class, I’m typically super frustrated and still fighting road rage. Then I either go home or go to work. As I’m typing this, I am trying to figure out a way for OSU to be more sustainable.
We were also supposed to bring a picture of something that has special meaning to us. I was going to bring my Duckie. He’s my stuffed animal, a duck, that my daddy gave me the day I was born. I take him with me when I travel, and he’s always protected me. My dad used to sing a song to me, “Hang on, help is on it’s way. I’ll be there as fast as I can.” To this day, Duckie keeps my dad close to me even more than my phone. I’ve had Duckie and my Teddy since I was born, and I don’t ever want to get rid of them. They have a personal meaning to me, and someday when my daddy is gone, I’ll have them to keep him close.